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Author of the Saga of Ukumog discusses the challenges of being an author, the tools and processes he uses while writing, and sometimes posts something completely unrelated. This blog is the author exposed.

Driving down the highway at night with my windows down is intoxicating. The air is like a familiar lover who caresses my hair and occasionally slips one hand into my shirt to touch the middle of my chest. The light of the moon casts such wonderful shadows, making everything appear dreamlike. The sky itself becomes a host of hidden possibility, lurking just out of reach. The quiet of the night is comforting and soothing. Sometimes, the buzz inside my daytime mind hushes its cares for a moment. The night is beautiful, euphoric, and breathtaking. In the rush of night-wind inside my car, I can scream, shout, and sing all the while in love with the silvery moon hanging in my view.

Just like a lover, the night can surprise you with unexpected change. Energy for no reason, a kiss of rain, quiet conversations which seem to mean so much more than they would in the light of day, or the distant echo of a train whistle. The night, it loves us in return. Even when we don't deserve it.